This chapter was a request from the lovely illusionclar !!!
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"The Trouble With Girls"
Warnings: Language, Public(ish) sex, fingering
Walter Hale was a very well-known man to Claris' family. He was the newest owner of the traveling Chautauqua, and had spent some time previously in her hometown.
Now, arriving back with the Chautauqua, Claris is forced to not only help manage the grounds during their time there, but she's forced to confront her feelings for the man that had left her with a simple kiss.
Claris was standing outside of one of the many tents, watching her family as they finished planting the stands into the ground. Once they finished, she was handed the large mallet they used, and she slung it over her shoulder.
"All of this hard work," she said, pretending to wipe sweat from her forehead. Each family member turned to look at her as she sniggered.
"One down, three more to go." Claris said to them. "Keep up the good work, you're doing great."
"Get out of here!"
Claris darted from her family and walked towards one of the shops. As she entered the quiet shop, she approached the counter.
"I have a sweet tooth, Wilby. I've got some change on me."
As she began to dig into her pockets, Wilby reached over the counter and stroked her face. "It's free, for a cost."
"If there's a cost, it's not free, now is it?" She sneered, pulling away. "Just give me a sucker."
Harrison Wilby was a difficult man, whom had made a move on Claris several times ever since he and his wife arrived.
Wilby grabbed a sucker from the small basket and tossed it across the counter. As she went to retrieve it, Wilby grabbed her wrist.
"Come on, Claris. Just come with me to the back, for a little bit. . ."
Claris yanked her arm away from his grasp and grabbed the sucker. "It sounds like you have some things to discuss with your wife, Mr. Wilby. And here's a bit of advice. Never put your hands on a woman with a mallet in her hand."
Wilby smirked as she turned and exited the shop. Claris took off the wrapper and popped the sucker into her mouth when she noticed a man dressed in a dark colored suit, slipping into the tent as if he were hiding. Claris' eyebrows furrowed as she slowly approached, still holding the mallet in her hands.
When she reached the tent, she brushed open the flap and stepped inside. It was dimly lit with candles on a small table, lighting up the nearest space.
Claris turned her head, and before she knew it, the same tall man in the dark suit was standing before her, towering over her as he looked down at her. The woman gasped, her hand tightening around the mallet.
"Woah, now." He shouted as she drew the mallet back, causing him to grip her wrist. Claris' gasped as her body bumped against his own.
"Walter Hale, do not ever do that!" She shrieked. The man, smirking, pulled the mallet from her grasp.
"Do what?"
